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Today we will pay lip service to our love and respect for women. Even as we affirm as a society that we regard them as second class humans. 2022 going on 1522.

Let’s launch some cruise missiles into Mexico to blow up the drug labs and cartels. They’ll never know it was us. And then we’ll make Mexico pay for it. You in?

I’m gonna put together a 64-person GOP Cultist Cannibalism bracket. They’re already trying to eat each other.  Who are your four top seeds? Who finally cuts down the nets and plays the tune, “One Shitty Moment”?

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…who’s the meanest Repub of all?” Because they are all racing to the bottom to claim that coveted title. Mean and nasty…pretty much just for the hell of it.

But here’s something to consider. The “pro-business” GOP will be rejected by businesses big and small because of its commerce-damaging social and cultural jihad. Now they’re holding up trucks. Now they’re clogging up commerce. Now they’re breaking supply chains. Now they’re bad for business. Now they are costing businesses big money.

You know, parents of LGBTQ kids spend money, too.  Lots of money.

And wait until Roe is officially overturned. When talented but very angry women employees and managers start leaving red states in droves, the current iteration of the GOP will be well on its way to extinction.

And how deliciously ironic will it be to watch The Party of Business get euthanized by…business?

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Paul's Bio

I clearly have the attention span of your median fruit fly.Look! Airplane!

Sorry. I’m back.

It’s both a curse and a blessing. I’ve never bought this stuff about, “He who dies with the most toys wins.” But I do think that a wide range of life experiences helps us grow as people, and helps us better relate to other people. I’ve been fortunate. And I am beyond grateful.

I show up on time. I go like hell. I’m a good listener. I hold myself accountable. I own my mistakes. And I have a natural and an insatiable curiosity. I’m never afraid to say, “I don’t know,” when I don’t. But then I try to find out.

The flip side is I’m a lousy ballroom dancer and my clothes sometimes fit me funny.

Stuff matters to me. I care. But while I take that stuff seriously, I try hard to never take myself seriously. As a result, I have sometimes been told, “Paul, it’s hard to tell when you’re serious and when you’re just having some fun. Which is it? Serious or fun?”

My answer is “yes.” But I think that is a legitimate criticism. I promise I’m going to work on that.

This has been the quickest and strangest half-century I’ve ever experienced. During that period, I’ve been afforded amazing opportunities in news and sports journalism across all platforms. I have taught wonderful students at the high school and collegiate level. Always, I learned more from them than they did from me. I’ve been a high school administrator. I spent ten seasons as a high school varsity football coach. I’ve been an advertising executive. I’ve hosted nationally syndicated television entertainment shows. In maybe the biggest honor I ever received, I was selected by NASA to be “Chet The Astronaut” for the “Land The Shuttle” simulator at Space Center Houston. (All I can say there, is “Do as I say, not as I do.” I put that thing in the Everglades more often than not.) Most recently, I just wrapped up a decade as a television news director, during which time our teams distinguished themselves in holding the powerful accountable, achieving both critical and ratings success.

What does all that mean? It means I am profoundly grateful. It also means I’m ready for “next.” So here we are. Radically Rational. It’s an idea I woke up with in 2017. I scribbled “Radically Rational” on a piece of notebook paper and used a magnet to stick it on our refrigerator. I saw it every day, and it just would not leave me alone.

I am second in charge at Radically Rational, LLC. My wife, Jo (also known as BB), is the president. Clearly, I have failed in my attempt to sleep my way to the top of this organization.

I hope you will learn that I’m loyal as a Labrador. But I will admit that this doggie can bite every now and then. My promise to you? I will show up on time. I will go like hell. I will listen to you earnestly and attentively. I will hold myself accountable. I will never be the least bit hesitant to say, “I don’t know,” when I don’t.

But then I’ll try to find out. Let’s do it.